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My folâ€"Ely Tongue. BY ARIBLI . -« ,mwzzvn-hcu, '.*.*~- . ) Wherest, healing his face in her pillow, be robbed cut : ~' " Courage." . ! Titre: elae reached for him with bar thin, it: e an and n ‘ what s esai : n R I v E s . ’ he” ‘8 Acrnos. or “In: chcu 0p. rm: Dam,” “Asnonncs,” “0:: Boxes Istaxn," xrc. CHAPTER V. accnr'rro .s'r Lts'l' The popping of the rifles went on for some two hours, uni then Judith could .stand it no longer. She rushed out of the house with her father's field glass, and stood .on the top of a little bill near the let-house, trying her best to make out how things were £01118- » She was as white as the fold of the little cambric kerchief crossed over her bosom. There was a horrible weight in her heart, an aching almost past endurance in her throat. She stood there for some moments, but could ece nothing for the smoke. Allat once she noticed the figure of a man running. in bold relief against the broad snow-fields beyrnd. A strange panic got hold upon her. What was about to happen‘.. He came nearer and nearer, and she saw first that be had lost his cap, and then that he had no sword. Nearer he came, and nearer. He was a splendid runner, at all events, and what was very strange, he seemed to know the approach to the bone: quit: woll. As he came near to the great clump of eltalpa trees which grew on the bill side just below the ice-house he struck out to the left. Suddenly Judith gave a cry. The field glass dropped at her feet. She put up her hands to her throat, and again that terrible cry broke from her. Twilight was setting in, but shelled seen his face quite c‘early. It was Dick-Dick, her brother, her father's only sunâ€"Dick, the pride of her heartâ€"her soldierâ€"a Virginian. She stood for an instant, her eyes ncv.r moving from the copse into which he had darted, and in that instant she made up her .mind. , She rushed to a log cabin some twenty yards away. Uncle Khan was inside ; lhe poor old fellow had sprained his wrist badly some days ago, and he was sitting alone over the smouldering fire with a corn-cob pipe in his mouth. â€"woll-â€"killed. Eizher way there‘ll be room for to start over. If I’m kiled, and they bring me back, don't tell any one. have me buried forâ€"him. If they wonder about me, never mind. Tue other would kill dad. lbat's all. Good-bye, dear Elan." She put one soft arm about his black neck, drew down his loyal old wooly pate, and kissed him twice. Then she want, and left him sobbing as though his heart would break. It was a soundless gallop over the new- fallen snow. past so many familiar pieces and objects. Now came the old mill, new the barn, now the spot where she and Bougbton bad climbed the strawstacks that other D2- cembtr day. Now the leap over the mill- e:ream. She noticed that the marshmallows seemed abloom again, with their brown cups full of snow. Suddenly there was a flash to one side. A saber lying on the snow. There was blood on it. An l the one Dick had thrown away, of course. She dismounted and rock i:_ into her hand, and got up again. The bloou was still with the keen air, and did not come oil when she grasped the hilt. On and on. Nrarer and ever nearer that sharp, incessant sound. She had ridden as often on a man's saddle in her childish days as on any other, and she had a light, beautiful seat in he! boy's clothes. Ah, 5 es ! there they were. How the smoke hung in the still air. Some crows actually flew cawing away, as she rode under the dead sycamore tree where they had their nest. Nearer, nearer, nearer. That was what Hautboy's hoofs, as they suddenly struck the fr zan road, seemed to say to her. Then all at once came something close by her ear. The sound of a wasp alightiug to sting. Another and another. Then she rc- alized what it was. She was within range of the rifle. A bullet stung Hautboy's ear and he reared alittle. Suddenly he swerved aharply aside. They A moment later he was following Jud ithh 5d 1108-le ridden 0"“ Enmethlng that lay .down to the copse. "Dick i" called the girl, softly, . answor ; it is Iâ€"Judit‘n.” ‘ , He came after awhile, sullen and blood- 1 i “Dick 1 l PA sort of horror got hold on her 1 she looked on the ground. Something huddled. and dark, and small-locking in a. gray uniform. back at it again and again as she rode on. , stained. There was a bullet-scratch across l Then came “116th” and Sell 31mm“- one of his soft cheeks, audalot of blood‘ _ about him here and. there. " What's the matter?" he slid, sharply. - " How did you know that I was here? II , have been wounded.“ “And so have Iâ€"and so have I l" said the ,_ girl. Then she tock his arm into both her . hands. "Dick," she whispered, keeping his eyes with a look which haunted him for .many a long day, “Isuw you running " “ lVell ?" be said, With an attempt at bravado. “ What of that ? I expect: it you take the trouble to look, you’ll see many a poor devil running before the day's over.” “Isaw you running,” she said again, inl that strange whisper. Then she threw herself on the ground be,L fore him and got hold of his cowardly ’ knees. "011 l darling," she said, “ oh ! my dar~ ling. Go backâ€"go backâ€"go back. No one will ever Isnow. You cm say you came to geta horse. There is Hautlmyâ€"take him and go back. Q lickâ€"quick 1" He stood there, ghastly white under the red stains on his face, with his sullen brows drawn down. “ I tell you I'm wounded," he said. “I’ve been shot twice in the arm." “Twice” she cried. “ If it were twenty times, what- marter '.‘ Oh i D'ckâ€"” “ It's my bridle arm." he muttered. “ Your bridle arm! What! you stand there and tell me that? Youâ€" whose father has ridden to hounds many and many a time with his right hand so crippled with .gonb than he had to wear i'r- in a sling? Oh! we are wasting time so. C)me--comc onâ€" Eden's here. He will have Hautbov in a minute. Come. Dick l Come, darling Dick l" Then he turned on her. He wrenched - himself free from her hands, and stood . soowling down at her. " I will not i" he said, with shut teeth. as ~ she herself sometimes spoke. “You think it's very grand, don’t you. to come and bully a fellow with one arm helpless, to gel: on a great fiery steed like Hautboy, and ride into that devil’s mess down yonder? That's the way women are brave 1 Oh, yesâ€"push- ing men forward into all sorts of danger, and then playing the coward under cover of their own potticoats. Yes, I sayâ€"" " Step l" said the girl. S‘le got to her feet, but looked at him no longer. " Uncle E’ien 1” she called. He stepped forward, his black face taking on that strange ushcn bus which is the synonym of puller in a negro. " Come with us," she said, once more speaking to her brother. “What are you going to do '3” be burnt out, querulously. “ It you think you're going to force me into going, I‘ll be dâ€"â€"â€" at l" “011 ! cowardâ€"coward l" she said, with a very mirthless smile. And then again, "Cowsru 2’ It win: through his very marrow. But he took no step forward. "Come," she repeated. “Don'tâ€"don't Ireâ€"afraid l" She smiled again. “I only want you to come to Uncle Eden's cabin, where you will beâ€" safe l’l Again the smile. Then he followed her. Occe inside of the cabin she turned sr/arnly upon him. “Take off your uniform " she said. “I am going for Hautboy. Uncle Eden will stay with you. ' "What â€"whst are you going to do?’ be gasped, staring at her. “i am going in ynur place. Don't sneer; I mean it. Have «if your uniform by the time I come back." tie «"id not in the least believe her, but be took cfi’ i'il clorhre as she bade him, more out of a sullen curiosity than any thing else. He wanted to see how far she would go. In ten minutes she was back. He hand ed her the un form with a sort of laugh, and she tack i: without a Word and went down into the caper, lead Hautboy, who was sad died with a man's saddle. Half way there she turned and called the old negro, who stood the plczure of misery just outside the cabin «ice! "Utnle Elev, ' she said. She took his horny tuna and held it between her soft palms. “in: really going. lipâ€"it's the only way. My {when E lea. Oh! dadâ€" :iad i" Then she went on quietly again. "I mtbcu to get him off ii in: hurt you knew Then some lying in this way and that, and across one another, and then, somehow she was in a whirl of smoke, and noise, and of leaping blades, and Philip was beside her. And be, too, had lost: his cap, and there was a great ugly gash all across his cheek, and be was saying; , “ Dick l You? Thank God i Thank God! I thought you were killed. Come onâ€"this ones will finish ’em," and then she was rushing on with Phillp, and. on, and on, and onâ€" And then it was red as though blood had been poured into her eyes, and she could see it. And then golden as though with a great sunset. And then came darkness unutter- able, and the noise as of a thousand. rivers about, and above, and underneath her. When Boughton rode up to Carylou with Dick, as he thought, on the saddle in front of him, old Eien was the first who met him, and in spite of all his agony (for he thought the boy was dead) Poilip couldn’t help noticing, with a dull sort of wonder, how the old man had. used since yesterday. He shook in every limb, as he followed them up stairs, and then, when Boughton had laid down his burden on the bed in Dick’s room, turned and shut the door, and want and fell on his knees beside the bed, and got hold of the cover-let with both hands, panting rather than sobbing, like one who has run a long way. Boughtcn stood it as long as he could. walk up and down the room, forgetful of exhaustion in his tremendous excitement, then he came and sat down on the edge of the bed. and pull one hand on the old man's shoulder. “Don’tâ€"don’t, Eden,” he said, unsteadily. “He died so gsllantlyâ€"poor little chapâ€"I didn’t know it was in him," he added, in a hushed voice. Then cried the old man, lifting up his shaking hands with acertain uncouth majes- t 0 y"For Gord, sah, you mus' knowâ€"you mus know. I cyarn star. tub beab yuh call bull dat. Ob ! my little missâ€"ob 1 my honey l Mars Phil, sah, she tole' me not tuh tell, but yuh mus’ know, sah. Hit’s rightâ€"hit’s right. Oh ! Marse Pnil, dat ain't Marco D.ck, dat's Miss Judif herse'fâ€" berso‘f i" “ “hat 2" said Boughton. His blood stood still in his veins. There was one instant of absolute nonentity for him. And before he could speak again there rushed in and past him a wild figure, and flung itself on the bed, and moaned and wept and called the name of “ Judith " many times. And this pale figure had Dick’s pale gray eyes, and has eyes of the fisure on the bed were closed. Also there was much blood in the red brown curls. And when at last the poor, repentant craveu had swooned for very grief and horror, Boughton pushed him aside with his foot, and calling him “ bound," added an ugly word back of his teeth. But when the women came to dress her again as a maiden, he was kneeling there beside her wirb his face upon her handâ€"and they thought that be, too, was dead. So the days wore away, and it was Christe- mas Eve again when the doctor, coming from Judith’s room, said that for the first time he could tell them to ” hope." On Christmas morning she turned her sweet face with recognition toward the half cur- taiued window, and said : “ Don’t I bear the bell, dad 3" He euswored "yes." It was all he could say, the dear old Colonel. And then she said: " Why, 1: must be Christmas Day I" And this time he could only nod. So she asked them to draw the curtain, and lay very peacefully for a little space, looking out o the saffron glareiof the weather-slim behind the network rf the tulip trees just outside her window. After awhile she spoke again. Just one word this time : “ Dick !" Then when he came in, his poor, weak features worked piteously, she took him to her soft breast and crooned over him, being too weak for speech. Anzi after many words he whispered: ‘ Obi Judith, darling, you have given me something I never had in my life until new." And she said: " What, dear boy 2" - “ I am so glad, dear boy. It is the only Christmas present that I can give you," and the wild at him and kissed all of his face that she could reach for the pillow. And €555 evening she asked to see Philip. B e came and took her hand without saying anything, but lhs could hear the clamor of his heart as be knelt close beside her. “Phil,” she said, “Iâ€"Iâ€"thought you might have aChrlstmas gift for me 2 Have on I" y “I would have gotten you a thousand if I had known," hsbegsn ; but she stopped him. “Isn't thereâ€"theâ€"the bracelet 2" she said, not looking at him. “I would like it very much. I don't know whether it would stay onâ€"” He rose white, even to his lips, and went and fetched it, Then, as he took her hand to put it on, he said : “Judith, you know what this means 3" “Yes,” she said. “and Iâ€"I have some- thing for you, Phil ; not much, but I thought you might not like it, you know." “Any thing that you will give me I will appreciate,” he said, “if it’s only the ribbon that. has tied your shoe. Tell me, what is it 2" Then said my Lady Tongue, making a sweet, outward gesture with her little, slender arm : "It isâ€"it is myself." They were married before he rejoined his regiment, and even the cruel war did not divide them ; but Dick was shot at uebty- sburg. and they said that no lad in all the South had ever died more bravely. [ms nun ] Sweet Innocence. I never know before that you were an artist,” said Miss Dattington no a young man of her acquaintance. “An artist?" “Yes, but I should think you would try lreaisubjectsâ€"landscapea, and so on, you know.“ catch your meaning.” “Indeed ? papa said that you were very much given to painting the towm” Bald-Headed Men Are Very Sensitive- “You’ve lost him for good this time,” said the barber to one of his shavers, as a custom- er; went out and slammed the door behind h m. “ Yes, but I forgot.” “ That's no excuse. If you can’t attend to your business, you must go.” " What is the matter? ’ queried a reporter. “ He didn’t brush the man’s head.” “ But his head was as bald as a bone." “ Certainly, and that's why he should have brushed it. Bald-headed men are very sensitive. You must: use the brush the same as if they had plenty of hair. To do so gives them an idea that you don’t take particular notice of their baldness.” “ And won’t that men return i" “ Nevar. He'll try some other shop next time and will even advise his friends to keep away from here." - Forset Me Not- A man who keeps a livery stable had a mule for sale, and, hearing that a friend in town wanted to buy one. he sent him the following note: “Dear Friendâ€"If you are looking for an A1 mule, don’t forget me. Yours, ” etc. Well Earned. queen." deserves royal favors. ’ â€" [New York Weekly. The Barmsid's Prescription. city of London. superior to all Europe. graceful digni put on, an air of mingled conceit, ccquctry and humility. oruer. pride. 1:10 was drcrsad in the latest fashion. on the or beauty, he sarrl : rung 2n chest or wicked eye. She simply said : and let’m chase beach bother ‘i" An Unlucky Man. railroad accident, but he had insured him- out on his journey and I got $5.000." always insure himself before starting never had any luck in his life.” More Than His Own. nowadays 2 ' J chaosâ€"“About as usual, I suppose." J ep.-‘ 'Thriftless as ever 2 ’ Job.â€"-“About.” think 3" intends to hold it." Two Enthusiasts. over Niagara Falls in a barrel 2" Crankâ€"“I am the expzrimenter you refer to. I am sure of success. You see, Ihave made a study of this thing. and I have fixed over an old whisk ' Eb? barrel withâ€"" Whisky arrel? an a passenger." “Whyâ€" Imust confess I don’t quite It was only yesterday that Bangsâ€"“I sec Wiggins, the Canadian weather prophet, is to be knighted by the Wangsâ€"“Well, a weather prophet who keeps as quiet as Wiggins has been lately He was a San Franciscan in the playedout .He came from the West, where he had developed that independence and coll-reliance which, combined with good looks and tWenty-dollar pieces made a man He strolled with ty into a gilded bar, over which presided a divinity of superb physi- cal form. but still a woman with that air which only an English barmaid can possibly She awaited his He threw the lapel of his coat: back with a proud estate, and fixing his fascinating eye “ Tell me, my pretty maid, what can you suggest fora man who ate a welsh rabbit: last night and does not feel well this morn- She did'not smile, she did not appear to be affected by the appearance of his swelling " Why didn’t you beat two Welsh rabbits Widowâ€"“My hnsoand was killed in a self in an accident company before setting Traveling Man's VVifeâ€"“So does my John out; but it's all nonsense, I tell him, for be Jepsonâ€""How is Jimsou getting along Jep.â€"-"Is be holding his own, do you Job.-â€"“He is that and more, too. He is holding considerable of mine and seemingly Trampâ€"“Are you the feller wot'e goin' If the smell of the whisky instill in it, l'd like ter go long "T111153 some cultures.“ - Madeira, the axons, and the Canaries. It is nigh upon a cenzury since England began, in any public sense, to make ac quainsanca with an ocean climate to which, with soula fluctuations, she has remained faithful ever since. Doctors come and doctors 20 ; but we still visit Madeira, and, whether in or out of health, take delight in the unchanging anodyno of its atmosphere. The peculiar mental and bodily balm which it seems to admlnlster was described by a seamen in the expneesiou that “it seems to be always Sunday there." Of quite recent years we have taken a step southward and added the Canny Islands, or, rather, two out of the seven of that group. At intervals we also hear something more or less vague about the Azores. A popular idea exuts, for which it: is difficult to account, that the climate of the Azores approximates more, instead of less, to that of the tropics than those of the other groups. Possibly this may arise partly from their reputation for the pro- duction of pineapples, which, however, are gsown exclusively under glassâ€"as is the case alscin Madeira. But the temperature is at no time equal to plus growing out of doors, and the Azorean climate is, in fact, intermediate between those of Madeira and England. Though unvisited by FROST OR SROW except on the mountain tops, the character of winter is more preceptlble than in Mad- sire, and the equablllty of temperature more varied by Gult Stream influences. On the other hand, it is far more equable than in Continental countries at the same latitude, as, for instance, in central Spain or Italy. Between Madeira and Canary the differ snccs are strongly marked, and the more so became the only residential places in Mad- eira are on the sheltered south coast ; where- as Leo Palmas, in Grand Canary, and 'Orotava, in Tenerifi'e, are more or less open to the North Sea trade wind. Persons going from Madeira to Canary are at once conscious cf what is called a “strong-u” air, and a drier; though the balmy winter temperature remains. The change is often _acoompanied with some disappointment on account of the arid appearance present- ed by the Cmaries at first sight. The luxuriant vegetation in which Madeira is clothed seems to be entirely lack- ing, and the wooded heights are re lac- ed by stony ridges and frowning 3 life. This is due to the vast bygrometric dif ference in the two latitudes. The Canaries must be explored to be admired and enjoyed. Their character partukes more of the African, and those of the group which approach the coast are more African than its outlying members. TlIS SCENIC, BEAUTY is to be found in the ravines and valleys rather than in any coup d wit. By those who can afford time, means, and strength for extended excursions and sea trips, 9. different impression will, of course, be form- ed from that of others whose range is limited to the above-named two points. where good hotel accommodation is available. The latter qualification is one which is still wanting in the Azores. The humidity of the winter atmosphere is something execs. sive, and at intervals during February and March the average temperament will de- mand afire in its sitting room. The mois- ture, however, is of the nature of a. sea damp, not necessarily entailing any evil consequences, though unsuited to many cases of pulmonary weakness. To the winter tourist who desires a change from the Riviera, the Azores may prove an attractive outlet; while, in any case, their long and splendid summer is a revelation. The noble crater lakes of St. Michael’s and the boiling springs and excellent: public baths of the Furnas valley are features totally unrepre. sented in either Madeira or Canary. At present, however, these attractions can only be erjoyed at the cost of somewhat rough- ing is in the matter of accommodation. Chance has made the Azores more familiar to our cousinsaoross the Atlantic than to ourselves. Though at a ccnsiderably greater distance, and possessing even less facilities than ourselves for getting there, Americans form the majority of the small contingent of foreign visitors to be found at: all seasons in St. Michael's and Foyal. Summing up the leading characteristics of the three climates, the Azrres may be described as an all-tbelyear round touring country, and, in that capacity, certainly THE MOST ATTRAC FIVE of the three. For ordinary invalid cases they are a winter resort, so far as regards an escape from frost, fog", and northeasters. But, for the present, means of access and good accommodation await: devolopment. Medina, from the difiizulty of internal lccr motion, is essentially an invalld's retreat, and available as an unequalled “winter climate " from October to June. During the hot months it necessitates a move up into the mountains, as well as an occasional descent to escape the effects of the l’Este, or African hot wind, which affects the higher levels more than the coast. The Canaries sliord a dry and marvelloust equable cli- mate from October to May, suited to some pulmonary cases, though not: to others. From June to September the heat is con- liderable, though by no means excessive, and occasional vlsltaticns of the Levante (the local name for the same African wind) cannot be avoided, But for those in the enjoyment of health it may confiiently be said that any of the three groups may be visited with safety at any season, and there is no doubt that as the means of communi- cation and residence improve, they will continue to compete vigorously for the favor of European visitors of all tastes and consti- tutions.â€" [Land and Water. Sure Signs. Uncle Jacobâ€"“ W'hatcbah gwine make dat son or yous, Cancel 2 Peers to me he’s a mighty likely boy." Colonel Jolonelâ€"“ I hardly know, Uncle Jake. What do you think he is best adapt- ed to 1" Uncle J.â€"“Szems to mc's how the chiie has got: about de same bent like what you‘ve got, sah.” Solonsl Jol.â€"“ How do you judge?" Uncle J.â€"“ I jedges by de signs, 'ssb. Frimtunce, dar's de mux he makes ascstter- in' papshs ovah de flash. Wen you siddaha dat an,’ futhabmoreovah, wen you takes note of do buck stains on do eons of hisfio- gahs. you muss sense do fuck da: yo boy has got de littery lukstinct potty well do- vilupped." Tss Lowrsr ornbllssl’lsmses. â€".â€" Canullnls From Terra Del Fudge on I:th- ‘ billets In mum “I. The advertising columns of the‘ under: ' newspapers have recently announced that nine cannihais from Terra del Faego would be fed three times a day in view of the audi- ence at the Aquarium. At two, six and ten o'clock the spectators have enjoyed the privilege of seeing these specimens of an extraordinary type of American savage beat their beef and fiah over a tire, and then tear the dish to pieces with their fingers and de- vour is practically raw. The family of 03a Indians are the only representatives of their large tribe that have ever been taken from their homes. Many years ago some natives from the south coast were taken to England and received there a rudimentary education. But the Gear, who are spread over more than fourfifths of the great: island, have been almost unknown until the recent: discoveries of Lists and Pepper ; and the mountain ranges that parallel the south and west coasts have been a barrier which the natives on either side have never tried to cross. The family now in London includes a woman about fifty years old, her son, a tall and not bad looking specimen of his race, his two wives, and their five children, ranging in age from one to sixteen years. The thing about the Ones which most stimu- latt-s soieutifi: interest. and popular curi- osif-y is the feet that they are regarded by some authorities as was Lowssr srusmst of unclvilizsd humanity that has yet been discovered. Many years ago Darwin in- clined to the belief that in the race he metin Beagle Canal be had found the missing link in the chain of evolution. In his last year he was of the opinion that: the data he gathered in Terra del Fuego were too meagre for valuable deductions ;and itis certain that had be extended his researches north of the mountains he would have found a tribe that was even lower in the scale of being thanjhe savages he saw and described. This family now in London seem to possess the most limited vocabulary. Lissa said he could not learn that the Ones have any words except those relating to hunting and fishing and the few natural objects that interest them. Popper could never get them to speak except in monosyllables, and they seldom made themselves intelligible. Itis probable that their vocabulary does not embrace more than 200 or 300 words. It would be interesting to know the cir- cumstances under which these specimens were taken to England. Mr. Farini, who has introduced them so the Old World, has apparently published no account of the way they came into his hands. It is not at improbable that: THEY \VERE TAKEN CAPTIVE and made the journey unwillingly. Their tribe is exceedingly timid, and when their flsotness of foot has not availed them to escape from the whites, they have been far more likely to launch arrows at their pursuers than to accept friendly overtures. The brief accounts given in the London newspapers of these visitors bear witness that they are blessed with wonderful appe- tites. The explorers who have seen them at home also testify that when food is scarce they can endure hunger with remarkable fortitude. Mr. Stubonrauch, who has a sheep ranch on the coast, tells a curious story of a captive One. girl, about sixteen years old, who fell into his hands while he was chasing her friendsfiwho had been steal‘ lug sheep. do says she refused to take any kind of food for eight days. 01 the ninth day he placed the carcass of a sheep beside her. Breakfast then began, lasted three hours, and when it was over, as Mr.Stubon- ranch asserts with great solomniuy, the girl a body was swollen to extraordinary dimen- sions and the sheep had almost entirely dis- appeared. A wretched little collection of the rudest hunting and fishing implements, together with the guanaco skins they wear in winter and which also, STRETCHED UPON STICKS and placed to windward of them, are their only shelter against: the elements, is exhibit- ezl in London. It represents the entire range of the manufacturing arts as practised by the Onas. The masculine specimen in London is taller than the women, and were it not for this fact it might be diffisulh, clad as they are in there guanano skins, to tell one from the album. m. Popper asserts that he found is very diflimln to distinguish the sexes, but. observation finally taught him that the Indian carrying e. bow Was always a man, while the Indian weighted with a heavy burden was invariably a woman. Low as these miserable creatures are in the scale of humanity, is can hardly be said that some of the poorest of the Shoshone tribes in American irritudes occupy u. much higher plane. Some of the wretched natives in Nevada and other parts of the Great. Basin, living in holes dug in hillsides, or merely sheltered by brush heaps, greodily eating food that most orher savages reject, are un- mistakably the poorest specimens of mankind in North America. As the Western histor- ian Bancroft says, it is hardly possible to conceive a lower phase of humanity. ANAME TH AT IS A SAFE ONE. There Is Evldcnlly Semi-lhluz In a Home. After All. In the year 1664. on the 5;h day of Deoem~ her, the English ship Menai was crossing the straits and capsized in a gale. Of the eightyâ€"one passengers on board but one was saved ; his name was Hugh Williams. 011 the same day, in the year 1735, a pleasure schooner was wrecked on the Isle of Man. There were sixty persons on the boat, among them one Hugh Williams and his family. Of the threescorc none but old Hugh Williams survived the shock. 03 the Hub day of l August, 1820, a picnicking party on the Thames was run down by a coal barge. There were twenty-five of the picnickers. mostly children under )5 years of ago. Little Hugh Williams, a visitor from Liverpool, only 5 years old, was the only one that re~ turned to tell the tale. Now comes the most singular part of this singular story : 0n the 191': day of August, in the year of our Lard 1.589. a Leeds coal barge, with nine man, laundered; two of them, both Hugh Will- lama. an uncle and nephew, were rescued by some fishermen, and were the only men of the crew who lived to tell of the ca‘amity. These are facts which can be substantiated, rys the Mods (England) Mercury. . .w -~_._.«~....».. .m»;.wxa.;m elm/5...; -,,.-. ... .r A